Why I’ll Never Have a Jamaican Boyfriend


By Caitlyn Bishop In Jamaica, women don’t have asses, they have ‘boompahs’. That is, ‘bumpers’ only pronounced with a demeaning Patois accent. Implying, why yes, like my car, my ass is big enough to absorb the shock of a rear-end collision without compromising its integrity. This makes perfect sense if you find yourself at any party […]

Bar at the bottom of the world


By Caitlyn Bishop It’s 10pm on a Saturday night and I’m dancing with Antarctica’s only Polish radio operator. The song, ‘V Auche’ by Polish hip hop legend Sokoł pulses through the dance floor as Sylvia and I tear this place apart. In the corner, someone has stuck a colorful spinning light that brought a mood to […]